It promised to be such a wild day. I knew so much, yet I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. My own mom was lusting after her daughter, and I had helped her have her way with me. At times the thought of her perversity made me ill, and then in the next moment I would feel that familiar squishiness between my legs that told me I needed to get off.

I wondered what people would think if they knew about what was going on. I thought about Ginny at school. She was a head and was well known for giving just about any guy a blowjob for a bag of weed. There were even rumors that she’d become a cuntlapper for the school lesbians if the bag were big enough. Can you imagine what they would say about me?

By midday I had thought myself into such a state of arousal that I began thinking about setting up mom again. I really wanted to know just what got her mind-numbingly wet so I could weave it into the plan. I knew mom was leaving in a little while to go to the store for shoes, but I had just about soaked my panties thinking about stuff already, so I locked myself in the bathroom to frig myself while I contemplated my next move. I knew I was going to have to sneak through her stuff again so as to see if there was a pattern.

Just as I was about to have a major orgasm, mom called to me and said she was heading out. I squeaked out a ‘good-bye’ and finished straining my way through a mind blowing orgasm. As soon as I was done, I made sure the car was gone and headed for her bedroom. I checked her drawers first and looked for the downloaded story I had read yesterday, but it was gone. That meant she had reread it and it was probably in her night stand. When I looked in the drawer, I found a lot more than that one story. She must have gone onto the net and picked up at least six more stories to read. Not too surprisingly, they all revolved around mom’s and their daughters, or step daughters.

I figured the one on top was probably the last one she had been reading and the one that had finished her off for the night. I settled in on her bed to read it and my hand quickly went under my shorts as I started to read. It was all about a mom wanting to cuckold her daughter. There was that word again. Having read up on what a cuckold was, I wondered if that was what she really wanted to do to me. I started to imagine myself in the place of the girl in the story. Her mother plotted on how to turn her daughter over to men, boys, and even other girls and women so she could watch. The daughter knew all about her mom doing it to her and they were openly working together for their mutual pleasures. I had to wonder what mom would do if she knew that I knew about her perversions. Especially, since the girl’s name in the story was the same as mine, Sissy.

The part of the story that really ignited my fire, and that I reread twice, was about her mom tying her up naked in the basement and blindfolding her. Her mom had known that some of her friends (guys) were coming by to hang out, and they always let themselves into the basement when they came over. The girl wound up getting fucked twice, and shortly after, felt up like crazy by her best girlfriend. And before she was let loose, her mom had brought one of her own boyfriends by to grope away at her. The boyfriend was one of those overweight-types that was slovenly and gross, but good for a free meal. There’s nothing nastier to a girl than an overbearing, grungy old man, ogling over a taut body and twisting the hell out of her titties.

I moved on to another story about a girl that was constantly spied on by her step-mom. She was a little slut and her step-mom encouraged that behavior. It was all about voyeurism and wasn’t all as hot as I thought it would be (at the time). The next story was quite fascinating though and had a huge crumpled mark on the papers as if my mom had a huge orgasm as she was reading it. I wanted to read that one from the beginning and looked for the first page. I settled back and spread my legs a little as I went back to work on my clit.

The gist of the story was her mom had caught her having sex with two boys and another girl. When she walked in on them, everyone was butt naked, the boys were sitting back and watching her eat out her best friends’ pussy. That led to her agreeing not to tell her father, but only if her mom got to watch her in the future. The mom also liked “cleaning” her up after a boy had sex with her. And the part where the crumpling started was when she had set up her daughter to think that three men were going to rape them in an empty office building. She handed her daughter over to the men and sat back to watch as they passed her around and did everything imaginable to her. The last thing they did was to hold her down and got the mom to eat all of their icky sperm out of her.

Considering that I was still a virgin, yet without a hymen, most of the fucking stuff was rather foreign to me. About the lost hymen… that was my mom’s fault in a way. She had told me that there was nothing wrong with a girl masturbating to save herself for her first real boyfriend or husband. She neglected to tell me that breaking my own hymen was a very easy thing to do, thus I guess my first true love would be a very cold carrot.

I put everything away after a couple of fantastic orgasms and went to my room. I spent hours listening to music and wondering if I wanted to become my mom’s cuckold. I was already her plaything and I knew I could never bare a part of my body without her lusting after me. I had had a lot of fun myself and the thought of her doing things to me made me horny. Thinking about her forcing me onto other boys and men made me much hornier, and when I thought about her forcing me to have sex with another girl my age, wow. I dwelled on just how hot I had gotten when I was tied to the wall in the shed and my mom was molesting me.

That did it. Someday soon I was going to find a way to broach the subject with my mom and offer myself to her. I figured I would keep an eye on her reading material for a while, and then drop a line from her favorite reading to let her know. I stopped hiding my body from her altogether, unless I was teasing her. I even sun bathed in the nude one day for an hour just so she could watch me from the attic.

But mom was going to beat me to the punch. She had decided to set me up first. Being a kid, I didn’t realize she kept a close eye on her reading material, so whenever I would move it slightly, she knew I had been reading it myself. That explains why one day there were a number of stories that dealt with a variety of things. She had wanted to see what got me going and was looking for her own crumpled pages. Once she had a clue, she downloaded several other stories on the same issue. That’s when things changed drastically between me and mom. Let me say right now, that despite all the games we play, we are closer now than we’ve ever been.

I had set out to tease my mom one day and didn’t realize that she would be taking the opportunity to ensnare me into being her little sex slave. I had … mentioned… to Doug and Jim that I was feeling horny as hell for some reason. They spent the next hour falling all over themselves trying to get into my pants. I felt so evil, but was very pleased that I could tease them so easily. I finally told them that I was a ‘good girl’ and I couldn’t just have sex with them. I said if they came back in the afternoon that maybe I’d let them tie me up or something. I swear I could hear their pricks pop to full blown erections. Next I told mom that the guys were coming by in a couple of hours and asked if she was going to be around. That was like a girl saying, “I’m going to have sex and want to make sure you won’t be catching me.”

It was as sure as snow is white that she was going to be watching whatever happened. And since it was a couple of hours away, she was going to be plenty ready, and plenty wet. I still hadn’t finished the plan myself, but I was getting extremely worked up over the possibilities.

Mom said she had to skip out for a few minutes and took off. I used the opportunity to look for new stories in her bedroom to help me with my final act. Sure enough, there were about ten new stories and I breezed through several of them until I happened on the one that would make me crumple the papers. This mom had been caught cheating on her husband by her daughter. To get on even ground so that her daughter wouldn’t tell on her, she let her have a private party in their newly re-finished basement. One of the last things the mom had done was to put in a two-way mirror, facing out from a storage room.

Well, the daughter had her party and just before it ended, she was alone with the last four boys. All the other girls had gone home and all the guys had been making out and getting horny with other girls. She went full tilt slut on them and did the pivot girl thing - where they were all around her and she was on her knees going from boy to boy giving them all head. The story was very graphic on the points of how each guy would cum for her and what he would do with his cum. I had never actually seen a boy cum before, but had heard and read enough about it to get a pretty good idea of what it was all about. And I had sucked on both Doug and Jim a couple of times, and even though they hadn’t gotten off, I did get a taste of their precum. I didn’t really taste anything as much as feel how slimy it felt. But reading about how other girls and women seemed to like it made me often wonder if I should have finished the job at least once. I thought, today might just be the day, and mom will get to watch.

The story ended with the girl’s mom blackmailing her daughter. Their new agreement was that the daughter got to do what she wanted, but mom got to watch and feast on her daughter afterwards. The deal was obviously sealed by her mom licking her daughter clean from the one guy that had been allowed to penetrate her. I still couldn’t understand how anyone could willingly lick up a boy’s mess like that, it seemed so disgusting.

So, I decided that mom was going to get to watch me give my first two blowjobs. But I still wasn’t going to let them do it in my mouth, so she would get to watch along with me as they blew their wads into the air. About this time I heard mom’s car and flew to put away the papers and get out of her room. I met her in the kitchen and decided to give her a few hints about what she could expect as she spied on me.

I came right out and asked her about oral sex. I pretended I was talking about the girl, Ginny, at school. I asked her how a girl could willingly do those things to a boy and even told her that the girl was said to like swallowing their stuff. She laughed and told me how their “stuff” wasn’t nearly as bad as some decried, but it was more of the act of doing it for the boy that was the hot ticket. Obviously she wanted to know if I was planning on trying it and I told her their was no way I was going to swallow a boys’ semen. She had to take note of the fact that I didn’t say I wouldn’t suck them off however. And since the discussion had been opened, we continued talking about boys and the unique things that girls would do to please them. After just about everything, she would say I shouldn’t do those things, but some girls did.

The thing that really floored me was when she told me how when she was starting out, it had been a popular thing for girls to let a boy get them into a slight bondage thing so they could say the boys had forced them to do things, despite how much they wanted to try things out themselves. Then I got real serious and just about asked her what she wanted to see me do today by asking her what was the nastiest little thing she ever did with boys. I swore I wouldn’t try it. (He, he)

After humming and hawing around the subject, she said she wouldn’t give any details, but it involved having her hands tied behind her back, being blindfolded, and allowing one boy out of three to use her mouth for oral sex. And then she added that before they let her go, one of the other girls as a gag rubbed her bare “muff” all over her face. I said, “Mom, you’re such a nasty girl. What if I did that stuff?”

She came back with, “Sissy, I’m not stupid, I know you’re going to have your own stories someday. Just play safer than I did.”

Then she came right out and asked about my sexual experience up to date and I decided to tell her most of it. I told her how I had made out a couple of times with both Doug and Jim, and I had even tasted their cocks just to see what it was like. When she asked how I liked the taste of their “stuff”, I got all bashful and said, “I’m not a slut, mom. I didn’t go that far. Not yet anyway!” The grin she was wearing said it all. She understood it was coming today. And when I told her I hadn’t let a guy fuck me yet, or even get close, she was floored herself. She told me she had thought I had been having sex for a while now.

Just then I heard Jim yell from the shed for me. That was very unusual, but considering the state of mind I had left them in, it was understandable. I turned to mom and said, “Who knows, maybe that’s about to change right now.” All she did was raise an eyebrow and smirk a little. Going out the back door I guessed that she would be in the attic before I was in the shed.

As soon as I got in the shed with the boys, it was clear they wanted to finish our discussion. The first words out of Doug’s mouth were, “So, you still horny as hell? We’re both willing to help you get over that.”

I laughed and teased them a little, and then I told them they wouldn’t believe the story my mom had just told me. I figured it was a great way to give them an idea of what to talk me into. I kept glancing towards the attic to see if I could see mom spying on me, but the sun was shining on the glass. I took note of where I would have to be for her to get a good look. There were only two spots in the shed that she would have a good line of sight for her to be a good voyeur; especially since I expected to be on my knees.

As I told the boys about her giving one of her friends the chance to get her to blow them, they looked at each other as if to decide who would get a shot at me. I loved them both though and planned on letting them both have a go at me. I embellished the story a little to get them really going, and then I sat back and waited for them to start the pleading for me to do as my mom had done. I pretended like their was no way I could do that for them and I certainly couldn’t let just one of them do it and not the other.

Jim reminded me about the truth or dare game and how I had already let them feel me up, tie me to the wall, and how I had let them slide their pricks into my mouth in the past. I teased them so bad when I asked, “You would really want me to do that to you guys? But you’d tell everybody you know if I let you do that to me.”

They swore they would never mention a word, just as they never had, and begged me continuously for minutes on end to give them blowjobs. I finally said okay, but only if they proved to me first that they really didn’t see anything wrong with it. I put on a devilish grin and said, “You both have to suck on each others’ cock for one minute before I do.” I added that they only had to try it; I would keep doing it until they each got off.

They didn’t like that idea at all and begged for anything else, including licking me instead. But I had always wanted to watch a guy do it to another guy before, so I stuck to my guns. I had seen a couple of girls give guys head a year or so earlier, but I really wanted to see guys doing it now. Finally, they begrudgingly agreed. We all swore that whatever happened in the shed, stayed in the shed. What they didn’t know, was that mom was going to get to watch them do it, too.

So, after a lot of stammering around, I got the boy’s pants and underwear off them, positioned so mom could watch, and had Jim do Doug first. I let them cut the time to thirty seconds, but it was well worth it. It’s so intoxicating watching a boy suck off another one. I guessed that the humiliation of it all was the sell point for us girls. As soon as Jim was done getting his first taste of cock, it was Doug’s turn. Mom had to be wondering if I knew how to give a blowjob with this scene to watch.

As soon as Doug’s time was up, they came after me. I pretended that I had just conned them and that got them real mad. I was so ripe to give my first head, but I made them work for it. Finally I got them convinced that I couldn’t do it willingly, so they helped me out by tying my hands behind my back. I reminded them that they weren’t to cum in my mouth and a told them I had never giving real head before, so they would have to tell me what to do. Their cocks were so frigging hard they could have used them as hammers.

After I had my hands tied, they decided they needed some visual aid and my top was pushed over my head and arms as far as the ropes would let it go. As typical for a hot day, I hadn’t wore a bra (didn‘t really need one), so my teeny tinies were right out there for them to grope. My nipples got as hard as their pricks instantly, and then Jim yanked my shorts down to my knees and then my panties. I was all prepared for them, and Doug gently pushed me to my knees. I turned slightly so mom could get a good profile of her daughter giving her first real blowjobs. Little did I know just how good of a shot she was really getting.

I started sucking away at Doug’s cock and had forgotten how insanely attractive such an odd piece of flesh could be. I started bobbing my head as the playground knowledge crept into my mind. I remembered one girl that said how boys loved to hear a girl moaning while she gave head, so I added that. Then he pulled from my mouth and told me to suck on his balls. I was all too happy to check them out as well, so I bathed the hell out of them. The hair seemed very odd in my mouth, but I loved the feel of them. I went very easy on them though, because I know it’s easy to hurt a guy there.

Both the boys were commenting on how I was a natural at giving head and I had to giggle at such a perverse thing as me being good at sucking cock. I thought he would explode when I pulled away, looked up at him and asked if what I was doing was working. Doug got frantic, pulled my mouth back over him and sad, “Yes, yes, just keep sucking like that.”

His apparent fear that I might stop made me wonder how real those stories about boys suffering from blue balls might be. He seemed so worried that something dreadful might happen if I did stop. I suddenly felt so sorry for teasing them in the past and even made a promise to myself right then that if all it took was doing this for a couple of minutes to keep them out of pain, I would offer it to them.

My jaw was getting a little sore, so I tried to switch up my movements a little and found that it not only helped me, but Doug definitely approved of it as well. As I tried to peek to see if I could see mom, I noticed Jim was jerking away at himself and giggled a little. I wondered if he was going to be able to last for his turn at me.

Just as I was thinking about how enjoyable it was to feel my head being held in place by two hands intertwined in my hair, Doug said he was about to cum. I jerked away from him and reminded him, “Not in my mouth!”

He said, “I know, I know, just keep sucking.”

I trusted him to have good timing and did as he needed, and then went back to taking long slurps of his throbbing prick. I even gagged myself once and shuddered with the feeling of having had it go so deep. I was in heaven, despite the fear that he might slip and get it in my mouth. But he was so sweet and yanked back just in time. I shut my mouth tight so there would be no mistake, and watched his cock as it magically started shooting globs of his cum all over my chest and boobies. I was fascinated by the look of it, and the feel of it was so wild. I could feel how warm it was as some trickled down one of my nipples.

Doug hadn’t even gotten his breath back before Jim declared me his. He turned me towards him and I realized my mom would only be able to see the back of my head, so I repositioned myself on my knees to correct it. Jim was much more aggressive with me, seemingly he needed my efforts much more than even Doug. I did my best to keep up, and was moaning like crazy as I felt my mouth filling with spit, I’d hoped, and started frothing from the corners of my mouth while trying to keep from swallowing.

Jim was much more intense and went after my mouth much like I had thought a boy would fuck a pussy. I tried to pull away several times to tell him to go easier, but his hands held my hair too tight. I could see from the corner of my eye that Doug was already hard again and fingering his own prick with his pants still around his knees. I was starting to get pissed at his roughness, but then felt sorry for him. I realized that it was only because of how bad he needed relief. And after all the times I had teased the boys in the past, I sort of owed him a really good time.

I had my hands on the front of his legs trying to keep him from poking me so deeply and I felt his legs get so tensed up. I could only imagine his pent up needs, but then realized that that probably meant he was about to cum. I struggled to get away from him and muffled a scream of warning to him, but his promise not to do it in my mouth was the furthest thing from his mind. I felt my mouth filling with warm fluid and knew there was just too much to be my own spit. I was getting pissed at him, because he was cumming and I felt like I would throw up. I was trying to let it leak out of my mouth and then he stopped instantly. He had heard something I hadn’t. My mom was standing at the door to the shed and was ranting about what these two boys were doing to her under-aged daughter. She chastised Doug for playing with himself while watching Jim assaulting me. She demanded them to leave immediately and pray she didn’t call their mother’s.

I tried to plead for her to stop yelling at them, but it seemed more important at the moment to rid my mouth of the sperm that Jim had deposited there. I struggled to get to my feet as the boys were hurrying out the door, still pulling themselves together. My mom seemed so pissed off, and I was about to tell her that she had done much worse to me, but something told me to wait. Especially since she grabbed me by my arm in one hand, and stooped to pull my shorts and panties mostly back up with the other. She then started marching me towards the house. It seemed like the first thing she would have wanted to do would have been to untie my hands.

As I was walked rather quickly towards the house, I couldn’t help but think about how erotic it felt to be topless and with a boy’s cum running down my chest out in the open like this. And then it dawned on me, maybe I had been caught on purpose. Had all the stories she had been reading led her to want to take open advantage of me? I knew I had an ace in the hole over what she had done to me, so I decided to wait it out and see where she would go with this.

When we got into the house, she forced me into a chair at the kitchen table. Just before I was plopped down, my shorts and panties had slipped barely below my crotch, but I wasn’t going to point that out, nor complain about it. She sat in the chair next to me and turned it my way.

“I thought you just told me you didn’t do things like that, and then I look out the window to see you sucking your friends cock like a cheap whore. And look at you; their semen is all over your chest, your mouth and chin. You were just talking about how disgusting that all was and how you’d never do that.” She looked me up and down and I looked towards the floor. I certainly couldn’t get a read on her at the moment. What was she really thinking?

“And you let them tie you up? What if I hadn’t have been there to stop them? You could have been raped.” She stood up and walked behind me, still ranting. “What if your father had caught you doing this? Do you know what could have happened?”

She sat back in her chair and just stared at me. She tried to get me to respond to her, but I had no idea of what to say. Then she reached over to me, fingered a glob of Doug’s cum off my left tit and wiped it over my lips.

“Is that what you wanted, to taste a boy’s semen?”

Finally I had a retort. “NO! They weren’t supposed to do it in my mouth, Jim just got carried away. And they didn’t do it to me, I let them. And it’s the very first time I ever did that all the way.”

She seemed to like my comeback and I could see her settling down.

“And what’s with the rope?”

I said, “You know what’s it’s about, you gave me the idea. It made it easier to do my first time. Will you please untie me now?”

Instead of answering, she sat back and folded her arms. I noticed her boobs for the first time in a much different way. They weren’t just sitting there as lumps on her chest, but with them forced together between her arms, it seemed like I was watching her transform into a sexual entity. Then as I looked into her eyes, I saw the beginnings of a sexual lust that girls clearly understood, even us younger ones.

She reached over and wiped another glob of cum off my right nipple, and too my amazement, put it in her own mouth to taste it. My eyes bugged out, and I couldn’t have guessed her next move or words for anything in the world.

“I forgot what a young man’s semen tasted like. Not bad for a fourteen year old.”

She stared at the puzzled look on my face, and suddenly I wanted out of these ropes. I asked her again to free me.

Instead, she asked, “So, how did you like it?”

I said, “What? What do you mean?”

“Well, you let them tie you up, and sucked both their cocks. Did you like it? Seriously!”

I was shocked at her questions, but replied, “I liked the first part, but not when he did it in my mouth. Why?”

She told me to stand up. I was a little scared, especially since I knew my shorts would start to fall again, but that turned out to not be a problem. Mom came behind me, and pushed them to the floor and made me lift one leg at a time to get my shoes, shorts, and panties off. As puzzled as I was, I kept my mouth shut. Then she stood up and rubbed her hands over my abdomen, then up over my chest. She started fondling my boobs and tweaking my nipples.

I said, “Mom, what are you doing?”

She didn’t say a word, but instead took great pleasure in rubbing what was left of the boy’s cum all over my chest. She even licked her fingers a couple of times. Then she ran a hand down between my legs and rubbed her palm over my vulva roughly a couple of times, then slid a finger through my wet pussy lips.

I was about to tell her to stop it and let me go, but she spun me around, continued rubbing my budding tits, and licked my chin where there was still a drop of Jim’s cum. She pulled back and looked deep into my eyes. She shut her eyes and came back to me and kissed me deeply. I was rather grossed out to be getting kissed by my own mom, and when her tongue flicked into my mouth, I freaked. But somehow I knew the fantasy world had hit the fan. She pulled back from me and took notice that I didn’t say a word, and then went back to kissing me. I realized that she was trying to get the taste of Jim’s cum from my mouth, and I stopped tensing up and allowed her to finish.

When she was satisfied, she grabbed my arms and pushed me to arms length. Her knowing eyes were saying it all. Finally, she managed to find the words to let me in on what was going on.

“I saw what you’ve been reading in my bedroom. There were quite a few smudges on a couple of the pages.” I started to deny her assertions, but she warned me not to lie about it. “I guess you really liked that particular story?”

I shrugged my shoulders and asked her which one she was talking about.

“You know the one where the mom had been spying on her daughter and then made a pact to keep it from her dad as long as she shared her rewards with her mom. I know a guy that would love to have a poke at you. Are you really still a virgin?”

“Yes,” was all I could say. I knew she was about to lay out her hand to me, and it wasn’t starting out so bad.

“You know, sex isn’t nearly as bad as you think it is. You just have to learn to enjoy it for what it’s worth. I’ll give you a choice right now. You can start on a total punishment right now and I give those boys’ mothers a call… or I can pretend like I never saw a thing.”

“What would make you pretend it never happened?”

She smiled an evil little grin and said, “We both read the same story. You know what it would take.”

I thought for a moment and figured that this is roughly what I had been fantasizing about for days now, so I bowed my head and softly said, “Okay!”

She pulled me to her chest, hugged me for a moment and I felt her boobs heaving against the side of my head. I could feel her hardened nipples and wondered just what I was in for. When she released me from her hug, she grabbed my arm and led me to my bedroom. I asked her yet again to untie me, but she said, “Later.”

In my bedroom, she nudged me onto my bed and I had to lean to one side to stay off my wrists. They were getting sore and I hoped she would take pity on me soon and release me. The top that was still entwined in the ropes must be ruined by this time. Then it all started.

Mom leaned over me and licked at my tiny buds, cooed how they were so cute and hoped that they would always stay their present size. Then as her hands took over where her mouth had been, she went back to kissing me and searching my mouth for any left over taste of Jim. I couldn’t believe my own mom was openly making out with me. But when she slid a hand down between my legs, I didn’t much care how perverse this all was; I had a very talented hand there that I didn’t want to leave until I had an orgasm.

Mom seemed to be trying a little bit of everything with me, as if she was breaking me in. It was so fucking wild getting molested, and finally masturbated to a screaming finish by my mom. I take it her enthusiasm came from not having been laid in quite some time, mixed with reading all those nasty stories she’d been downloading from the net. When she saw me gasping for breath, she must have figured that I had had enough and rolled me over to get at the rope binding my hands together.

When I was freed, she slapped my ass and told me to get cleaned up ready to eat. I took a long hot shower and frigged myself again in the shower. All I could think about was how perverted I was to be involved with my own mother like this, and of course, what it had been like to give my first two blowjobs.

I slowly walked into the kitchen and was ready to get blasted by a wave of criticisms, but she was smiling finishing up putting some grilled chicken on the table. Mom smiled at me and came close enough to give me a hug around the shoulders.

“You hungry? I’m starved.”

We sat down and started to eat and talk. Luckily, the topics stayed away from what had happened. At least until we were done eating. That’s when she slid a piece of paper my way. All it had on it was an internet address and a password to get into it. When I stared wonderingly at her, she told me that that was where her collection of stories had come from. Then she said, “Enjoy… and let me know if you find anything exceptionally interesting.”

I meekly agreed and thanked her. We flashed each other knowing smiles and I felt fantastic knowing that she wasn’t going to talk endlessly about what had happened. But there was one thing she wanted my input on.

“So… what do you think we ought to do with the boys? My thought was to give them a couple of hours to let them think about what they did, and then maybe you could give them a call and let them off the hook. My daughter seems to like them pretty well, and trust them.”

I smiled at her and said, “Thanks, mom. I’ll tell them something like I had talked you out of being so mad, or maybe that I convinced you that I had started it all. What do you think?”

“I think you should tell them that even if I caught you again, I promised you that I wouldn’t say a word.” And then she asked the question that made our ages merge into one. “Well, other than getting caught, how were your fist blowjobs? Was it fun for you?”

My eyes bugged out, and then I went into great detail about it.